We all live on this condition that the ties of every endearment must at last be broken.
Dr Johnson, 1777
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.
from Shakespeare Sonnet 55, read by Rivers at Oenone's funeral
15th October 2008